Be slow

If you know anything about me... you know I am always on the move. I walk fast...talk fast....and never stay in one spot for too long. However, this week, I've had a couple situations to slap me in the face and suggest I need to slow-my-roll!

Wednesday, I went to my weekly kickboxing class. The instructor is hardcore and for some odd reason I actually like having my life threatened while I work out. I have grown to love this class, not only because it has helped me deliver a mean right hook, but it is a lot of fun! Burning calories....kicking butt.... all to some pretty awesome tunes...it just doesn't get better than that! On this day, in particular, the instructor queued a song by yelling: "Where my sinnnngggle ladddies at?". Of course, I threw both hands up in the air, gave the world a shimmy and screamed to the top of my lungs. Now, this would have been a totally awesome moment IF any of the FORTY women in the class would have also done the same thing. But nope, I was the ONLY ONE who even slightly reacted. So of course, I did what any strong, independent, single women would do.....I turned beat red, slowly lowered my arms, and didn't look anyone else in the eye for the remaining 30 minutes of class. Lesson Learned: Be slow to speak/react not only in anger, but joy as well.

Later on in the week, I was totally crushing on my running buddy's new toy. She had gotten a Nike +. It's a nifty little gadget that measures your mileage/pace while running and updates you through the speakers of your Ipod. I knew I just had to have this little toy, so my thrifty side came out and I began comparing prices online..... at work (this will become relevant in just a moment). I thought I would try out Dick's Sporting Goods, and compare their price with other retailers. I quickly typed in www.(please insert here Dick's Sporting Goods but without the Sporting Goods).com. Well, much to my surprise, that was NOT the website, nor merchandise (ahem)  I was looking for. I immediately became a 5 star Ninja and with arms and legs flailing was trying my best to hit the little x in the corner of my computer screen. For the next 5 minutes, I sat red faced, heart beating out of my chest, staring at my my phone. I was waiting for the dreaded call from the IT Department...but thankfully it never happened. However, I'm certain I'm now on a "monitor closely for pornographic material" list taped to someones cubicle. Lesson Learned: Be slow to assume.Google is your friend.

BITTER-sweet :)

To All You Folks In Love,
 I wish you a very Happy Valentine's Day filled with enough flowers to make you sneeze uncontrollably and enough chocolate to make you fat! *No, I'm not bitter...why do you ask :) ?*

And To All My Single Ladies,

Don't depend on some arrow packing midget in a diaper to determine your happiness. Put on your big girl panties, grab yourself a great big bottle of tequila and show the world who's boss!

P.S. I am still trying to figure out how Cupid missed a target as big as MY butt?!? Seriously, step your game up little fairy boy.